"Prettier and prettier!"
They both laughed. A pleasant steam arose from the tall glass at his elbow.
"Well," she said, "I have to change my gown—"
"Good Lord! Are we going now?" he remonstrated.
"Yes. I don't believe there will be a soul on the streets."
"But I don't wish to go at all," he explained. "I'm very happy here, discussing things."
"I know it. But you wouldn't let me go all alone, would you, Mr.
Vaux?"
"I don't want you to go anywhere."
"But I'm GOING!"
"Here's where I perish," groaned Vaux, rising as the girl passed him with her pretty, humorous smile, moving lithely, swiftly as some graceful wild thing passing confidently through its own domain.